Monday, April 13, 2009

Haiku Collection

the covered woman
longs to uncover the world
of the scantily clad

between the leaves
fate plays a game
pleasure, pain

dilapidated door
the sun yet never
misses its entrance

late into spring
bluebells still straining
to look their best

the right crispness
her bread to start
each new day

house's little corner
the presents mom taught us
to give loved ones

after the rain
droplets on leaves
our first encounter

scaling the hill with son
the pleasure to have him
hit the summit first

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